Sun Mote Copse Giants shifting in their graves

"I am glad to hear that," Wraen laughed, imagining Maia, who was bossing around a horde of possible suitors. On the other hand, it was kind of weird thinking that her baby sister was old enough to have them. The memory of seeing her as a teeny tiny ball of fluff for the first time certainly did not help. 

"Not in a you-will-be-my-baby-daddy way, no," she shook her head. "That's, why I think that it is better to find a soulmate outside the season. You can make a lot of stupid stuff during the springtime madness - and this is not me speaking, but our mom," Osprey had not particularly elaborated on her adventures and misadventures, but something in the way she had said this to Wraen, had made the latter attentive and wary of the possible dangers.

"You will be fine. Just don't rush into things," she concluded and then looked up the pile of rubble. "Do you think we can make any further up?"